From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606: The Art of Attrition

Now was the absolute most important time for the elite Rangers to act. Before the Gilt Rats and the Black Hounds had launched their massive attack, Vivian had made the grim reality of gang warfare perfectly clear to them in the tactical briefing room.

They were deliberately heading into a brutal siege where they were going up against overwhelmingly massive numbers. And the Syndicate coalition they were fighting didn’t exactly consist of the weakest street thugs; they were hardened, paid killers.

Even if the Bloodline group miraculously did win the immediate fight, what was the actual strategic point if every single one of their members got beaten half to death in the process? Even if they weren’t outright killed in the hallways, dozens of them would be bedridden in the hospital for weeks or months before they could ever hold a weapon and fight again.

This crippling vulnerability would give the perfect, bloody chance for any rival gang in the city to comfortably swoop in, take over their hard-earned territory, and steal their lucrative underground businesses while they were recovering. This cold reality was exactly why large syndicate groups vehemently avoided engaging in all-out gang wars in the first place, unless it was absolutely necessary.

So, tactically, who could safely cause the most catastrophic damage to the regular, frontline members of the Gilt Rats without taking heavy casualties? The definitive answer to that was the super-powered Rangers.

By brilliantly spreading the invading enemy out onto separate, locked-down floors, the Rangers could safely go crazy, systematically defeating as many grunts as they physically could in isolated pockets.

But there would inevitably be a hard time limit. Eventually, Ramon would realize the stall, move in himself, and unleash the heavy hitters equipped with the dangerous exoskeletons. So the ticking time limit for the Rangers to take on as many people as possible was now. And they were doing an incredibly good job.

With their superhuman abilities, the Rangers were practically untouchable.

Jay was a blur of non-stop motion as he continuously struck down people in the corridors. He was expertly ducking, weaving, and diving under wild hits. Despite having a highly resilient power, he strictly disciplined himself to dodge every single incoming strike. He did this because he absolutely didn’t want to get into the lazy, lethal habit of just passively absorbing hits. For him, he thought it was a terrible tactical flaw; relying purely on durability meant he wouldn’t actually improve his raw fighting technique. But thanks to his grueling stamina training under Max, he was able to keep his breath steady, fighting and fighting without ever slowing down.

On another floor, Wolf was brilliantly making lethal use of the office equipment around him. He aggressively kicked a heavy, rolling office chair directly into the shins of a charging vanguard, causing five heavily armed men to violently tumble over each other in a tangled, groaning mess. He completely ignored the fallen grunts, leaving them for the regular Bloodline members to safely mop up, while he narrowed his predatory focus strictly on those enemies that looked a little more skillful or heavily armed. Using his tactical head, he had figured that in the long run, aggressively taking out the more troublesome squad captains first, and then helping out with the disorganized grunts later, would be vastly easier for everyone.

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